Lounge

A preacher with an animal's face
In your sexy neon smokescreen
Lies the supersalesman of Vanity
Even your shadow worships you
in your jungle solitude
With the orgies of the sacraments
And the seal of flagellents
God saves those who save their skins
From the bondage that we're in
I'm elated
I could cut you
And remove the sheath of your ignorance
Bless the Eunuch and the Skoptski
Will you hurt me now and make a million?
Say Cheese baby
We all love you
It's a cheap world and you don't exist
Slit the fabric of the right now
Spread your legs and wear a crown
Tell me how long, Lord, how long
Till I get my beauty sleep?

Now the hourglass is empty
Moment of my desexing
Cut it
Cut it
Cut this cancer from my soul!

Now I made it...
I'm finally naked...